And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?
Rainer Maria Rilke

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Emily Dickinson, "Time and Eternity

She loved him.

Immeasurably so once.

Once, she had immeasurably loved him so.

And what they cannot see, cannot say and cannot feel are most disappointing.

And now she doesn't.

Because what's kept in the memories are like the finest wine kept in the winery.

They age with time yet never are they cast in the die.

No more emo!

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